If You Met The Litster Above You In a Dark Alley, WWYD?

Pull out a couple of cigars, offer him one and ask for a light. Ya gotta keep Dragons happy.
 
Tread carefully, banana skins are slippery but the flesh is good with melted chocolate. (Exhaling)
 
Haha! Not any more, I'm well out of practice - 3 drinks and I'll be flat out. But oh, those 3 drinks... anything can happen during 3 drinks. ;)

Here's what could happen during those three drinks:

You could dance on the bar
I could get into an argument with whatever bellend is putting shit music on the jukebox (it has happened more than once IRL)
The landlord could realise you were barred for a previous indiscretion and kick you out
 
Here's what could happen during those three drinks:

You could dance on the bar
I could get into an argument with whatever bellend is putting shit music on the jukebox (it has happened more than once IRL)
The landlord could realise you were barred for a previous indiscretion and kick you out

Firstly, *I* put that shit music on the jukebox. I like shit music, thank you very much! I don't have a stick up my arse about "good music" :p

Secondly, I gave the landlord AND his son a blowy after last time. He promised me we were good. I can stay.
 
Firstly, *I* put that shit music on the jukebox. I like shit music, thank you very much! I don't have a stick up my arse about "good music" :p

Secondly, I gave the landlord AND his son a blowy after last time. He promised me we were good. I can stay.

I DIDN'T give either of them a blowy. Does that mean I have to leave?

And I bet your music is shite (but then I think most people's taste in music is shite, so it shouldn't be taken personally).
 
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